My mom sent me this, she always finds the funniest stuff and knows how much i love animals!

> DOG DIARY
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> 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
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> 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
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> 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
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> 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
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> 12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite thing!
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> 1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
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> 3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
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> 5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
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> 7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
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> 8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
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> 11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
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>
> CAT DIARY
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> Day 983 of my captivity.
>
> My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
>
> They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed
> hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the
> rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to
> keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of
> escape.
>
> In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
>
> Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.
> I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly
> demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made
> condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am.
> There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was
> placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However,
> I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my
> confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this
> means, and how to use it to my advantage.
>
> Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
> tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this
> again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
>
> I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
>
> The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and
> seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
>
> The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the
> guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My
> captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so
> he is safe.
>
> For now...
>